Special 100-word gift for crowdfunding subscribers
Greetings.
Hope the beginning of September finds you well, masked and healthy.
Just a heads-up for my crowdfunding supporters that beginning this month you will receive a 100-word drabble in the inbox of the email address you use for your PayPal account. Please think of it as a small token of gratitude from me for your support. I hope to make this a permanent routine on every 10th of the month.
In the mean time, let me share this #QuarantinePoem that I read a lot when writing the update for Eight Days a Swap.
Stars
(Louise Glück)
I’m awake; I am in the world-
I expect
no further assurance.
No protection, no promise.
Solace of the night sky,
the hardly moving
face of the clock.
I’m alone- all
my riches surround me.
I have a bed, a room.
I have a bed, a vase
of flowers beside it.
And a nightlight, a book.
I’m awake; I am safe.
The darkness like a shield, the dreams
put off, maybe
vanished forever.
And the day-
the unsatisfying morning that says
I am your future,
here is your cargo of sorrow:
Do you reject me? Do you mean
To send me away because I am not
full, in your word,
because you see
the black shape already implicit?
I will never be banished. I am the light,
your personal anguish and humiliation.
Do you dare
send me away as though
you were waiting for something better?
There is no better.
Only (for a short space)
the night sky like
a quarantine that sets you
apart from your task.
Only (softly, fiercely)
the stars shining. Here,
in the room, the bedroom.
Saying I was brave, I resisted,
I set myself on fire.
The last two lines remind me of Wendy. I’m thankful that she remains who she is in her night sky, in her cargo of sorrow. Do I dare
send her away as though I was waiting for something better? No. No. Still my star. Forever my star.
Edit: crowdfunding. Because of course.
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